More To Come Later

“Wake up.  You were snoring,” Said the bailiff–while shaking my shoulder.

“Yes, he was–very loudly,”  Said one of my fellow jurors.

“Sleep on your own time–not on the court’s,”  Warned the bailiff.

Doubtful, anything that drastic will happen.  I’ve been summoned for jury duty the first two weeks of April.

Not that I have anything against doing one’s civic duty.  I’m a Vietnam-era vet, for Heaven’s sake.

I know that obligations can turn into more than one hoped for.  My wife served on a jury;  was selected for a murder trial that deliberated for three months.

“Who was Dog the Bounty Hunter?”  My wife asked, upon her return, one night during the trial.  During break that day the reality show star had been outside the courthouse.  She wasn’t impressed with the “Dogster”–only with the plethora of local TV news crews.

Whatever happens, there won’t be much time for blogging, or other internet activities.  I won’t be able to talk about any of the proceedings.

Not to worry–other than the 45 mile commute each direction; my wife warned me; most of the time would be consumed by legal wrangling between prosecution and defense teams.

“It would be like going to work for the county every day,” She said.  “Hurry up and wait.”  Where had I heard that before?

The War Within

Idle minds were trouble’s workshop

Nothing good happened after 2 am

Extreme cold kept a lid on crime

Extreme heat caused crime to rise

If only everybody thought the same on every subject?

Wouldn’t living in snow globes be perfect?

Orchestrated micro-worlds, decorated with red ribbons

Swiss chalets and chopping woodmen–human-sized mini castles

Gingerbread cottages, carefully planned

to please the terminally nostalgic

Everything the same, every day for ever and ever

Nothing else seemed to work

Most wouldn’t  notice differences at first

They’d be too busy with Holiday activities

Condensed calcite fell in faux snowstorms

as if by magic–timed for every Holiday season

Until, shaken snow globe earthquakes became more frequent

More earthquakes, more and more snow

“It was efflorescence, not snow!”

“It wasn’t cold enough to snow!”

Skeptics shouted, wizened to their controlled environment

loathed the falseness–Holidays became an insipid joke

Outside celebrations forbidden

Escapes inevitable, although futile

Freedom zones were anything but free

 

 

 

 

 

Generations

It’s consistently warm now.  Summer is unofficially here on the Gulf Coast.  The bugs are back.  The latest generation is hungrier, more annoying than ever.

Twisted logic becomes more twisted everyday.  The latest version more twisted than the last.  Your nose assaulted the end of my fist.  Your parked car collided with mine.  The Civil War, was taught in the South, as Wars of Northern Aggression.

Events interpreted to fit agendas; portrayed one group of humans as less than human; shirked responsibilities.   Then it became more complicated.  Well maybe your ancestors did things that should never have been?  Maybe they did?  Maybe they didn’t?

If that were true–which ancestors should I blame?  Since I’m part English, Irish, German, Austrian, Dutch, and Native American.  Native Americans drew the shortest straw–in my opinion.  As far as I’m concerned, it’s either all or none.

Generations past wouldn’t understand any of this.  I have no right to judge them in the twenty-first century.  They were smarter than given credit for–lived through both World Wars.  Most of us wouldn’t have the gumption to endure their hardships.

Are humans more important in the broad scheme of the universe than mere insects?  Somehow, I doubt it.  There are a lot more insects on this planet than humans.  I need more insect repellant.

 

Who’s Gonna’ Pay For This?

The circus

Left town

Crepe paper promises

Lay tattered and torn

Last corn dog eaten

My way, highway folks

Disappeared down expressways

Disagreement equaled excuses

In their monochromatic minds

Somebody won, somebody lost

Couldn’t lose what you didn’t have

Those with the least

Gave the most